Now here s the plan
When I started my first year of high school, it seemed as if my luck was somewhat changing. This homely person named Fiona, who had two other kids of her own, adopted me. A daughter who was about my age named Sarah and a son who was a year older than I was named Nate. Both were popular in school and I was able to ‘get in’ with the right crowds. Nate was a Jock and Sarah was the captain of the cheerleading team. I made the volleyball team, co- captain of the basketball team, and made it into...